“Jerry do’ know.”
“Hold on, boys; too many of us asking questions at once will only rattle him,” said Stanley. “Now, Jerry, tell me when she was here.”
“Lit’ while ago.”
“How long did she stay?”
“Good while; got warm, played with Jim, then said ‘good by’ and went out, do’ know where.”
“I suspect that’s all we can get out of him,” said Louis. “We may as well go on, for if he can’t tell time and doesn’t know which way she went, we can’t gain much here.”
“At least, she’s been here,” said Harry thoughtfully; “and it can’t be so very long since she left, I should think. What shall we do next, Stan?”
“Let’s go on up the road a little farther,” advised Stanley. “If only ’twere not snowing so hard, so we could see her track! But that’s all covered up.”
“Shall we all keep together, or shall we take different ways?” asked Louis.
“Keep together,” said Stanley briefly. “It may be that we shall find her somewhere that it will take us all to see to her.”